Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

Duan Chenghong's eyes lit up, and the fat on his dark face trembled wildly. When he stood up from the ground, it looked like a hill was blocking him.

He smiled obsequiously, and his facial features were all crowded together: "My lord, you have suffered."

It's not hard work but suffering.

It was like telling Jiang Xianjing clearly that he knew their actions like the back of his hand.

As soon as Duan Chenghong said the words, he regretted it, and wished to give himself a slap in the face immediately.

Jiang Xian was startled but smiled unabated: "Haha, no, if it weren't for the emperor's fate, I wouldn't want to stay in this damn place for a day. Master Duan is getting plump every day!"

"My lord is joking, the official is getting old and fat."

The two exchanged a few words and entered the city.

Even the well-informed Jiang Xianjing was taken aback by the luxurious scene in front of him.

After entering the city gate, the first thing that catches the eye is a passage made of five-color brocade, which stretches for several miles and cannot be seen at a glance.

The sun shines on it, and the figures outside are very beautiful.

Duan Chenghong explained with a smile: "It's windy and sandy here, and the sun is scorching hot. I'm afraid the prince and princess will be blown by the wind."

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng looked at each other, their hands creaking with their fingers intertwined.

"Wonderful!"

Jiang Xian nodded Duan Chenghong in shock.

"uncle……"

Qi Lu found Kong, and immediately rushed towards Duan Chenghong.

Duan Chenghong's heart ached, and she kept comforting and patting on Qilu's shoulder: "My son, I made you suffer."

The passage stretches all the way to the City Lord's Mansion.

Needless to say, the mansion is luxurious.

Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng's room had newly dug a hot spring.

The water vapor filled the air, and Jiang Xianjing gently fiddled with Qian Zuisheng's hair: "Duan Chenghong is weird."

"How to say?"

"When I came to Huaigu City to pick you up, I met him once. He is a very shrewd and capable person."

"People change." Qian Zuisheng turned around, rubbing the tip of his nose against Jiang Xian in shock, "Aren't you going to wash?"

Drunk raw porcelain white shoulders were soaked in hot water, slightly stained with powder.

The jet-black and soft hair was wet and stuck to the body, and one strand was still tightly held in the palm of Qian Zuisheng's hand.

The deep and seductive collarbone is looming, and the blue waves are rippling in the affectionate eyes.

This fucking is too much a test of one's will.

Jiang Xianjing's body was stiff, and the battle between heaven and man in his heart lasted for a long time before he kissed him: "Uh... I hope I'm worrying too much, you wash first, I'll wait later."

Get up when you're done.

"Whoa!"

Jiang Xian was startled and felt that he must be drunk, otherwise why Qian Zuisheng only frowned.

He just jumped in?

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The dinner was very sumptuous.

There are so many delicacies from mountains and seas, which is completely different from the all-vegetarian dinner in Shouye City.

At the banquet, Duan Chenghong opened his mouth several times to say something about the disaster, but Jiang Xianjing didn't answer, and just focused on drinking and talking about love affairs.

The toasts are staggered, and Yan Yan laughs.

It seems that he has completely forgotten his mission of disaster relief.

Duan Chenghong sat on pins and needles.

She gave Qilu winks several times, wanting him to ask about the disaster situation.

But Qi Lu's eyes, which were not very bright at first, kept lingering on the dancer's bare belly button.

After finally surviving the banquet, Duan Chenghong took advantage of Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng to leave the banquet, and said a few words.

It probably means, thank the imperial court, and thank the wise and mighty Emperor Dajiang for helping Huaigu City to tide over the difficulties.

The current Huaigu City is just like what Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng saw, singing and dancing are peaceful and peaceful.

Not only is there no disaster, but the people can live and work in peace and contentment.

Jiang Xian was startled and drunk, and seemed to be very useful.

"Is the singer good-looking?"

Nostrils intertwined, Jiang Xian's mouth was dry in shock, the little fox was too good at torturing people, and he just wouldn't let himself succeed.

It turns out that the whole story is here.

Jiang Xian laughed lightly, increased his strength, and pressed a kiss on the corner of Qian Zuisheng's lips.

Finally pulled a round.

On the willow shoots on the moon, Jiang Xianjing finally let go of Qianzui's voice.

"Take me with you." Qian Zui was dissatisfied.

Jiang Xian looked at the moonlight in shock, then at the sound of Qianzui with a small cut in the corner of his mouth, and nodded without bottom line.

Huaigu City is not completely covered by yellow sand, but has some vegetation.

The vast sandy land cast by the bright moonlight, the shadows of the trees whirling.

Jiang Xianjing tapped lightly on the eaves with a thousand drunken voices, and then jumped onto the towering tower.

There was silence inside and outside the city, nothing unusual.

Although the surrounding houses are not as luxurious as the City Lord's Mansion, they also complement each other.

The two walked back hand in hand.

Jiang Xian was startled: "Do you believe Duan Chenghong's words?"

"What about you?"

"A bunch of nonsense."

When the cold wind hit, Qianzuishe shuddered, Jiang Xianjing simply lifted the cloak and wrapped him in: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Xian asked abruptly in shock.

Qian Zuisheng replied without hesitation: "It doesn't hurt, it just means I don't have much strength."

"Is there an antidote?"

Qian Zuisheng shook his head: "I can't die..."

Jiang Xian squeezed the person in his arms tighter and tighter: "Don't worry, you will be cured."

When they came, they were covered by brocade, and they didn't pay attention to the way. The two of them shuttled in the city for more than half an hour, and they got lost.

Jiang Xianjing simply lowered his body and carried Qian Zuisheng on his back.

Turned around and entered a dead end.

Jiang Xian was startled by the steps walking back, and suddenly stopped.

"Did you hear that?"

Qian Zuisheng tapped Jiang Xianjing's back, and both of them heard faint sobs.

The sobs were like complaints, creepy in the silent night.

Jiang Xian jumped onto the courtyard wall in a start, and when he looked around, there was nothing.

He went back to where he was, and the sobs became clear again.

Jiang Xian was startled to put down Qianzui's voice, and the two of them tapped and groped around the courtyard wall.

Suddenly, a faint light lit up from a corner of the courtyard wall.

Qian Zuisheng lightly tapped on the courtyard wall: "Is anyone there?"

There was a faint response from below.

Jiang Xian motioned for Qian Zuisheng to back away in shock. He pulled out his sword and pried hard on the edge of the courtyard wall.

With a click, a naked head emerged from the courtyard wall.

The man was in a state of distress, with a stench all over his body, his eyes were like a mouse in the dark, staring straight at the two of them.

"Fuck, who are you?"

Jiang Xian was taken aback and swears straight away.

What the man said was even more shocking: "My lord, my concubine, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Xian was startled for a while, but couldn't remember where he had seen this person.

"Who are you?"

The man let out a long sigh: "They are here."

Jiang Xian listened in shock, and there was indeed a sound of footsteps.

Regardless of the misunderstanding, he raised his hand and dragged the person out, and dragged him into the hut beside him.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Jiang Xian looked at the person in front of him in shock: "You are a human or a ghost, how could you be inside the wall? Also, how did you recognize me?"

But the man cast his eyes on Qian Zuisheng: "Let's give the prince a meeting gift from the little monk!"

"WTF?"

The man stretched out his black claws towards Qian Zuisheng: "Young monk is not talented, but the disease of the princess can be cured."

Jiang Xian was overjoyed: "Is this true?"

The man clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies."